Nudibranch
Well-Known Member
...not buying?
I'm pretty sensible when it comes to buying, but there are two that I often think of, both sob stories really so not exactly the dream horse that got away.
One is from about 3 years ago when I was looking for a Dales or oversize Fell. I'd just found her but my wanted ad was still live and a lovely sounding lady contacted me about her 15hh Fell who she was having to part with. The way she described him just broke my heart and I often wonder where he went. I hope he found a kind home.
The other is from many years ago. We were at Beeston just for something to do and there was a very small, very fine, skinny chestnut pony maybe 12hh or so. Hips and ribs standing out. He didn't didn't have his own pen, he was just tied to the rails waiting to go in to the ring. (I say he but it may have been a mare, I didn't actually check!) He had the most awful scarred legs, and just stood in complete acceptance of his fate. He wore a very old, dried out driving harness. If we had had transport I would have bought him out of pity. Normally I don't get sucked into that kind of thing but I often think of him and wonder what happened. It's my only horsey regret, not taking him home.
I'm pretty sensible when it comes to buying, but there are two that I often think of, both sob stories really so not exactly the dream horse that got away.
One is from about 3 years ago when I was looking for a Dales or oversize Fell. I'd just found her but my wanted ad was still live and a lovely sounding lady contacted me about her 15hh Fell who she was having to part with. The way she described him just broke my heart and I often wonder where he went. I hope he found a kind home.
The other is from many years ago. We were at Beeston just for something to do and there was a very small, very fine, skinny chestnut pony maybe 12hh or so. Hips and ribs standing out. He didn't didn't have his own pen, he was just tied to the rails waiting to go in to the ring. (I say he but it may have been a mare, I didn't actually check!) He had the most awful scarred legs, and just stood in complete acceptance of his fate. He wore a very old, dried out driving harness. If we had had transport I would have bought him out of pity. Normally I don't get sucked into that kind of thing but I often think of him and wonder what happened. It's my only horsey regret, not taking him home.